It had been a month since the death of Pepper Pots. Tony Stark was completely and utterly broken. He rarely made snarky or cocky remarks anymore. He barely even spoke. He had distanced himself from everyone, even Jarvis. Tony Stark had become someone completely different. Tony Stark was quiet and isolated man.

Night after night, the man of iron would cry himself to sleep, lulling himself into the same repetitive night mare. Pepper was always there, in his arms. She begged him to save her, to stop the pain. But no matter how hard he tried, she always slipped away into the darkness, leaving him with a cold, lifeless angel in his arms.

At this point, he would wake up screaming in agony. It had gotten so bad; the others convinced him to sound proof his room and even still, they all wore earplugs to bed. Everyone except Steve. The ear plugs and the sound proofing didn't stop him from hearing the broken hearted man's cries. So every night, around 2am, Steve would get up and walk down the hall to Stark's room. He would tell him through the door that he needed to go back to sleep, that it was just a dream, and that everything would be alright.

Bur Steve woke up at 4am, to screaming, and he was worried. Tony usually went back to bed after 2am and never woke again. But tonight was different. So Steve walked down the hall to his room and slowly opened the door. Tony was in his bed, tossing and turning and crying. "Tony? It's just a dream." He called out into the darkness. But Tony did not respond. Steve sighed and decided he had no choice. He pinned Tony to the bed and told him to wake up. "It's just a stupid dream!" he yelled. He reacted this time, but in a completely different way than Steve expected. "Pepper?" he cried out. Tony lunged forward and kissed Steve passionately. Panicked and confused, Steve jumped back.

It took Tony only seconds to realize what he had done. Instead of making a comment on "liking it" he began to cry. Steve was taken aback. It was so unlike Stark to even shed a tear. "Tony?" he whispered to him, who now had his head in his hands. Steve sat down next to him on the bed and hesitantly put his arm around him. When Tony didn't jump back, Steve rested his head on his. "She was all I had." Tony sobbed. Steve rubbed Tony's shoulder. "No. You have me."